Where Did 36 Years Go?

September 27, 1975, I pulled out my company two-way radio and announced the arrival of Matthew Louis Steinhoff. The next stop was to apply a bumper sticker I had custom made.

Newspaper announcement

In keeping with the newspaper theme, a couple of the gals in the Art Department put together this front page mockup. (Don’t try to read the stories. They pulled random real copy out of the paper to fill the space.)

Time flies when you’re having family

The photo gallery will show how quickly time passes. We survived swim meets (he was Rookie of the Year when he was five); photo contests, Scouts, high school and his move to Orlando to work for The Orlando Sentinel (and his move back to Palm Beach Gardens). Along the way, he met and married Sarah, one of the two best daughter-in-laws any parents could hope for. (Son Adam snagged Carly, the other keeper).

How do you pick through 36 years of photos?

Wife Lila looked at my photo picks and kept saying, “You missed that one. You have one with your Dad, but not your Mother. You left out …. How about….?”

My only answer was, “This ain’t his last birthday.” Scores of photos come to mind, but I went with some new ones I discovered this week going through old slide trays. Mixed in are some oldies that are favorites (or, to be honest, were easy for me to find.)

Wish Matt a Happy Birthday

Here’s a quick overview of Matthew Louis Steinhoff. Click on any photo to make it larger, then click on the left or right side to move through the gallery. Don’t worry. We’ll add to the collection next BDay. I’ll be sure to have one of Mother in that batch.

8 Replies to “Where Did 36 Years Go?”

By posting this here, I saved the money of buying you a card and paying for stamps. Oh yeah, I forgot, you are 36 years-old, you might have to Google what postage stamps are…

I can safely say that some of your peers will immediately know that you are six squared old…ah those silly math friends of yours.

You probably won’t be getting some B-day cards from your computer-code-writing friends because they are still focused on it’s being Microsoft’s birthday this year and they haven’t gotten around to finishing the Binary code greeting (something like this…01001000 01100001 01110000 01110000 01111001 00100000 01000010 01101001 01110010 01110100 01101000 01100100 01100001 01111001)

You are just old enough to have seen vinyl LP records and yet young enough that you barely squeak by the age requirement to legally run for President of the United States.

A bottle of 36 year-old whiskey runs around $784.06, so see, things do become more valuable as they age (so lighten up on all the 35 year-old and under folks, they too will get old someday).

And while “Baby” is the oldest known cat in the United States (36 years old, but sadly died after turning 36) you are still a pretty cool cat in my book.

I saw the Old Slide that was on Ocheechobee back in the day.
I used to spend winter break for 20 years at my grandmothers in Century Village. Do you have any more pics of that Slide ? Spent many a night there.

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Cape Central High Photos

Ken Steinhoff, Cape Girardeau Central High School Class of 1965, was a photographer for The Tiger and The Girardot, and was on the staff of The Capaha Arrow and The Sagamore at Southeast Missouri State University. He worked as a photographer / reporter (among other things) at The Jackson Pioneer and The Southeast Missourian.

He transferred to Ohio University in Athens, Ohio, his junior year, and served as photo editor of The Ohio University Post. He was also chief photographer of The Athens Messenger.

He was chief photographer of the Gastonia (NC) Gazette for a long 18 months until he could escape to The Palm Beach Post, where he served as a staff photographer, director of photography, editorial operations manager and telecommunications manager. He accepted a buyout in 2008, after 35 years at the paper.

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